The story takes place in 1939 in exotic places--Cairo, London, Berlin--when the world was teetering on the brink of war. It's the story of Lady Eve Marlowe "who has everything she needs to lead the most decadent of lives: money, nobility, nerve…and an insatiable appetite for sexual adventure…

"She also has a singular treasure: a fragrance of ancient origin said to have been prepared for the Queen of Kings herself. Seductive, irresistible, even mystical—it is the scent of pure sensuality."

I had been in Cairo for weeks, doing my best to avoid the realization the world was on the verge of total war. I had not believed everything would explode on a late August night in 1939, but I knew a change was coming…an unexpected change. What had begun as a wild adventure of scent, pleasure and submission was about to turn into something more salacious, more deadly and I couldn't stop it, as I couldn't stop Hitler from racing toward his mad scheme of world domination.

His target was Poland. Mine was Ramzi.

The Fuehrer was only hours away from raping and pillaging the defenseless country. I was minutes away from executing a night of scandal, whispered renditions of which would be told over and over again on the back streets of Cairo, in the bazaar, hotel bars, anywhere people leaned forward with curiosity to hear about the night Cleopatra danced nude.

Can't remember the name now, but the body shop made it. It was light and clean and made me think of cool fresh breeze. then they stopped making it and I've searched for a new perfume ever since, haven't found one.